'Tis so design'd by my Uncle, if an old Grandee
my Rival prevent it not; the Wench is very pretty, young, and rich,
and lives in the same House with me, for 'tis my Aunt's Daughter.
Will. Much good may it dye, Harry, I pity you, but 'tis common
Grievance of you happy Men of Fortune. [Goes towards the House-door
with Beau. Enter La Nuche, Aurelia, Petronella, Sancho, Women veil'd a
little. Aur. Heavens, Madam, is not that the English Captain? [Looking
on Will. La Nu. 'Tis, and with him Don Henrick the Ambassador's
Nephew- how my Heart pants and heaves at sight of him! some Fire of
the old Flames remaining, which I must strive to extinguish. For I'll
not bate a Ducat of this Price I've set upon my self, for all the
Pleasures Youth or Love can bring me- for see Aurelia- the sad Memento
of a dacay'd poor old forsaken Whore in Petronella; consider her, and
then commend my Prudence. Will. Hah, Women!- Feth. Egad, and fine ones
too. I'll tell you that. Will. No matter, Kindness is better Sauce to
Woman than Beauty! By this Hand she looks at me- Why dost hold me?
[Feth. holds him. Feth. Why, what a Devil, art mad? Will. Raging, as
vigorous Youth kept long from Beauty; wild for the charming Sex, eager
for Woman, I long to give a Loose to Love and Pleasure. Blunt. These
are not Women, Sir, for you to ruffle- Will.
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